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My very first memory is driving to visit my mom and new baby sister at the hospital in Bangkok when I was two. I don't actually remember anything really important like seeing her (sorry, Sis). I remember that it was dark, and I was eating candy in the car. The other night, I asked Ryan if he remembered when Conor was born."Dad, Ryan go in the car!""It dark!""Get ice keam!" (They stopped to celebrate by getting Ritter's and bringing me some to eat :))"Go hospitable!""See Mama!""See Conor!"So far he is one-upping me because he actually remembers the reason for the ice cream. Good job, big brother.